Ch'aska - Bicolour Cannibalism | Текст песни

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Pleasure for flesh,
soul, heart and life.
Pumas devouring pumas
on coasts, ridges and jungles.

Multicolour blood beasts
in the land of the Sun.
Hypocrisy runs deep
in the ritual of the crimson god.

Creole feast
of false identity.
Nothing is what it seems.
Bicolour Cannibalism.

Mud over a two colours flag,
blood after the mud.
The World's Navel cries
while demons are dancing.

The procession of lies goes on
from the bridge to the avenue.
Infected by rotten minds,
the beloved crystalline liquor.

Creole feast
of false identity.
Nothing is what it seems.
Bicolour Cannibalism.

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